She-Devil

She sauntered in
like a whirlwind,
small and inconspicuous
kicking leaves about
in an otherwise quiet corner.

She offered red, swirled
licorice in her right hand,
blue skirt flailing about her waist.
There was something seductive
about the way red candy twirled
and spun, long and semi-hard,
landing in and wetting her mouth

If I were straight, how could I resist?
But I’m not, so I chose the licorice.